Art is science made clear.
The greatest masterpiece in literature is only a dictionary out of order.
The extreme limit of wisdom --that's what the public calls madness.
One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?
If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
A car can massage organs which no masseur can reach. It is the one remedy for the disorders of the great sympathetic nervous system.
The Louver is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard.
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
Take a commonplace, clean it and polish it, light it so that it produces the same effect of youth and freshness and originality and spontaneity as it did originally, and you have done a poet's job. The rest is literature.